... and then it is

i must say that i am pleasantly surprised to be typing this right now; i never thought that i would have the tenacity of actually seeing this blog into fruition, given that i'm such a lazy-ass procrastinator and a perfectionist. my projects usually start out as monumental visions, crammed with a gazillion different ideas; it's when i try to put plans into action that i inevitably find some way of sabotaging them: i don't have enough time right now to complete it in one go, or i can't present it until i get every minute detail correctly, or my star-sign doesn't line up with my zodiac sign and if i decide on something now the whole plan will unravel. i'm literally a real-life cathy andrews =p

so why this blog? perhaps it's because i'm getting old (i know, at 24 it seems like a stretch, especially when most of the time i still feel like i'm 18); i suppose i'm at a point in life where i know that i have gone through a lot (relatively), and yet have surprisingly little treasured memories. blame it on my lack of mid-term memory power, but i just can't seem to remember even things that happened 2-3 years ago; stuff like classmates' / colleagues' names, significant events that took place etc. i suppose some may argue that one only remembers the really significant things in life, but how can i even begin to decide whether something is significant or not when i don't even have a clear vision of it? surely the significance of an event cannot, and should not be determined solely at the instance of its happening.

"... writing anything is a treason of sorts. even the cold recitation of facts - which is hardly what i've been up to - is never the thing itself. and the events described are somehow diminished in the telling. a perfect bowl of bouillabaisse, that first, all-important oyster, plucked from the Bassin d'Arcachon, both are made cheaper, less distinct in my memory, once i've written about them..."

- anthony bourdain, kitchen confidential

about one year ago, i gave up trying to rely on my rusty brain, and started a food diary of sorts. it was an experiment, really, where i noted down details of each interesting meal i've had. suffice to say that i've realised that i really should have done this years ago. i'll take diminished events over no events, thanks.